Why did the turkey cross the road?

I was having a dream where I had been standing in a drug store staring at a bottle of red liquid, going over my symptoms in my head for the longest time. I was wearing a sleeping bag over my clothes. Aaron came in and I didn't say anything to him. I was scared people would know I was stoned. As I debated between the red liquid and any other option, I also grabbed something else, waited in line, and was right behind Aaron, but we still didn't talk. I guess maybe he could tell something was wrong. He'd look at me and raise his eyebrows. I'm sure I looked like the wrath of G-d.
When I left the store, my car was in a garage type thing and as I unlocked my car, I had a pizza that was huge so I hit the button to unlock the back doors and as I opened the back door and slid the pizza in, I noticed the door on the other side was open. I walked around, closed it, and when I came back to the driver door, my cat Kizzy was there. I got in and suddenly my car was out in the open, in the snow, and I kept having to back up and turn 90 degrees until I was completely turned around. Then I saw Alison's car pull in, but she didn't see me. As I was driving, I was telling Kizzy that I used to live in this neighborhood and I had forgotten that the street was bark dust. I was going to turn right, but there was a big red truck coming from the left so I decided to wait. I looked to the right and saw a cartoonish looking turkey, and he was going to attempt to cross the street. He took some deep breaths as the truck came closer, then he ran. As he ran, I was sure he was going to make it, until the truck veered to hit him. I heard the driver yell, "Hey Mitch, look and see if I got the turkey," as he drove off. I went running over and saw that the bird was no longer red and yellow or turkey, but a little brown wren like bird, and it was holding it's left leg. It had ended up on a fence post. I must have been on a bike because I offered it a wheel, and it extended it's hollow snout where a beak once was, and it sniffed, stepped on and hopped down to the ground. I put my hand in my sleeve and offered it my arm to sniff. It used it's snout like a trunk and suctioned itself to the fabric of my red fleece jacket. I asked if it was ok and it told me that it couldn't see. But it was telepathic. I picked up the bird and found the closest neighbor, at the house where the turkey had crossed from. I asked him if the turkey was his and he said no. I picked up the bird and thought, "I want to keep it."

Then my alarm went off and I woke up in a feverish sweat.